Stanger Got Married LOL

My friend Brian from college got married. The photographer was really into classic cheesy wedding photos. That is one of them. Anyway, the wedding took place in Woodstock, IL. Steve, Stacey, Matt and I drove together. The drive there took over two hours, and we were sure we would be late. Thanks to being stupid and thinking the wedding started at 2 and not 2:30, we actually ended up being right on time. The wedding was the first time I've been inside a church in a loooong time, and I had some difficulty maintaining my composure during the Longest Song Ever. Torri asked if Evanescence sang it, which made perfect sense. It really was never ending. We were perfectly horrible wedding guests, passing notes and snickering in the back row. Despite the rudeness, nobody else noticed us and the bride and groom got married with no objections.

We had a few hours to kill between wedding and reception, so we drove to McHenry to the Arby's we saw on the way in. Eating a roast beef sandwich with 7 of your friends all in wedding attire in the middle of the afternoon sort of rules. The Arby's was the fanciest Arby's we'd ever seen, with really strange counters and art with religious-undertones. Steve spilled his drink. Way to go Steve.



Still more time to kill...I was getting semi-bored at this point. We went to a local Woodstock bar, which was everything one would expect out of a small town bar in small town Illinois. Lots of leather white reeboks, fluffed hair, and Packers or Bears gear. People gawked with no shame at us. Matt made friends with a dog, and the owner was so excited about it she took photos of him. After the photo shoot, she forced him to give her his mailing address so she could mail him the photos. I hope she includes some nudie shots too. The bar had 7 dollar pitchers of High Life. Seven Dollars! Maybe I should be living in a small town.

Finally it was time for the reception, which was across the street in the Moose Lodge. There was this freaky picture of a boy kneeling at his bed, praying to his god above, with a light shining down on him. It was replicated inside stars hanging on the ceiling too. And the bathrooms had tons of "artwork" as well.

The reception was dinner and dancing and slideshows and cake. Pretty standard reception. Some toats were made, and Steve and Jacob got up to do impromptu toasts of "memories" about Stanger. The toasts were a bit like that game Two Truths and a Lie. People ate, people drank, people danced. I drank a lot. It's hard to turn down an open bar. This is what happens when people drink a lot at a wedding:

Around midnight the party ended, and we drove back to Chicago. I passed out in the car for most of the ride. I woke up very ill and hungover, and checked out some hilarious texts I sent the night before, my favorite one being "susudio" which I sent to Jake.

So, Congratulations to Stanger and his new wife Sherry. It was a very nice day, and I'm glad I got to be a part of it. Here's to Stanger procreating.